His teachers said he was a trooper… having never been away from me (other than being babysat by good friends or family members), I wasn’t sure what to expect. But, other than a little bit of crying when he realized I was gone, they told me he handled it really well.
To be honest, I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. I had a lot of work to do, so I raced home to spend my precious two hours typing away at my computer and trying not to think of my little guy, with the nagging guilt that goes along with leaving your child for the first time.
I’m really glad I did it, though. Know why?
Because for the first time in a long time I don’t feel harried, like I’m racing against the clock to make a deadline or fit in a quick shower. I’m able to step back for a moment and… breathe. By taking some time for myself and my endeavours, I can truly enjoy my kids when they’re with me in the afternoon. And, for that, I’m grateful.
